Epic fail is epic

Our oh-so-wise-and-awesome (that be sarcasm) government has decided to name a street in the capitol after Josip Broz Tito. Because, you know, he's a historic personality. Like Stalin.
Wonder how Germany (or everyone, for that matter) would react if someone suggested they name a Berlin street after Hitler.

All hail socialist dictators! Idiots.

(I have more to rant about it, but I'm running late. Will post later.)

Movie: My Bloody Valentine 3D

((spoilers))

I'm a huge horror fan, thanks to my Daddy who let me watch stuff like Friday 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street when I was a wee lass. Child's Play traumatized me for life. I hate that friggin' thing.

Anyway, as we both love to be scared shitless, there was absolutely no fucking way we wouldn't go see MBV3D as soon as possible. Uh, real-d horror? Blood everywhere? Jensen Ackles (that one's for me, Dad was all, who is that guy? because he's a heathen and doesn't watch SPN)? We were so in.

And it's good. Not OMG!scary, but then again, most classic slashers weren't, at least to me. And since this one's a remake (one of the many, many, many remakes coming out this year), I kind of expected that. Still, it was amusingly disgusting (the eyeball! And the pickaxe flying at me! So fun!) and we screamed quite a bit. Because that's what you do when there's pointy stuff flying at you.

I hadn't seen the original (but I might), so I have no idea if the final twist is new or not. Still, I liked it. I like how it wasn't the typical 'monster kills drunken teenagers' slasher, but most of the main cast were adults and the killer wasn't just another Jason/Myers type freak.

That was probably my favorite part of the film, the final reveal where we see Tom, who's obviously been traumatized by the events ten years ago to admit himself into an institution, take on Harry Warden's persona.
The scene in the mine where Tom's smashing the lights and each time one goes out he changes into Warden was nicely done. Also, the very last scene when Tom looks into the camera with the psycho eyes, I think that scared me more than most of the movie.

The cast was good, as well. Kerr Smith did the whole cheating on wife/jealous of wife's ex/angry sheriff thing convincingly, though I had some trouble separating Ackles' Tom from Dean Winchester. But he was good, actually a lot better than at least I'd expect from a lead in a slasher. Not meaning to offend anyone, but honestly, horror flicks don't usually give the best performances by actors. Still, he nailed it at the end and as Harry Warden, he was damn scary.

All in all, I'd say it's a nice fun horror flick to spend an evening with. A bit different than most (and I don't mean just the 3D), a bit heavy on the nakedness/gore (as most slashers are) and with some funny bits thrown in.

Favorite line: "Just shoot us both."

Letters to people I don't know

Dear Team Canada/USA
and some others,
hockey is a beautiful game. It is in fact, the fastest team sport on the planet. What it is not, is a game of 'who hits hardest'. Body checking is optional and in some cases very welcome (except by the person being body checked, I would imagine), however, it is not mandatory. In most cases, as evidenced by your games, it is very unnecessary. Especially right before the period end, but then again, you're known for getting penalties at the worst possible moments (See last year's Canada vs. Russia finals. I almost felt sorry for Nash. Almost. But not quite.).
Also, you know that blue colored part of ice in front of the goal? It is not a place where you can stand and hit the puck into the goalie repeatedly in hopes of it crossing the line. You are NOT SUPPOSED to stand in there, ever!
Please to be learning the rules of the game,
No love,
Me

Dear Sidney Crosby,
you're good. I give you that. However, you are not all that. Please, in the name of Mario Lemieux, get off your goddamn high horse and find a clue.
No love whatsoever,
Me

Dear Russian players in Washington,
I get it, you got the World Cup last year, now it's time for the Stanley Cup. Still, I was hoping to see you in Switzerland. Now instead, I am forced to watch the NHL playoff which is really not my cup of tea, just so I can get my Ovie fix.
As I am a European chick, I'm sure you can understand the North American hockey isn't my favorite thing in the world. I'm sacrificing myself for you here! So you better win or we're gonna have a serious talk.
Conflicted love,
Me

P.S.
And I'm not a Caps fan! I have forsaken my darling Ducks (and Selanne, how I do miss you) for the sake of Mother Russia. Which was my father's plan since he gave his only daughter a russian name way back when. So really, I had no choice, did I?
Still conflicted,
Me

Dear Eric Kripke, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles and various other Supernatural-related people I don't really know,
you're gonna make me cry, aren't you?
This Friday, you're going to tear out, salt and burn my heart and reduce me into a sobbing pile of fangirl mess and give me so many issues there is no possible way I could survive the summer, won't you?
See, I know this, because this is the very thing you do to me every year since I started watching your goddamn show. And I should hate you for it. Really, I should.
Damn you, Kripke,
Me

P.S.
Bobby lives, right? Right?
Damn,
Me